My Uncle Jack Poem by Holmes Jim

I loved to fish with my Uncle Jack,
For finding fish, he had the knack,
A passion in common, we both shared alike,
To find that place where fish might strike,

We'd cast our lines into the bay,
And talked of nothing for most of the day,
Casted out lines when the sun was high,
We'd stay past dusk, till darkened sky,

He out-fished me most every time,
A gift he acquired while in his prime,
Our time together, brought us close,
I found in him, the perfect host,

I draw on the memories of those lazy days,
When I studied the master and his fishing ways,
Remembering times as we'd quietly wait,
For that trophy fish to snatch our bait,

I still love fishing to this very day,
Although by myself, for he could not stay,
Sometimes, as I cast, I'll drift on back,
To times spent fishing with my Uncle Jack.